Blowhole returned home from the HQ, feeling more chipper than he had ever been in his life. He finally got rid of the Penguins for good...
...or did he?
Either way, he took care of them for the present. He went to his computer and happily typed up a 'good news' email to all his staff that he wiped out the penguins, but he daren't tell them how, for that could really embarrass him. Suddenly, when he got off, his tummy gave a massive rumble and a low-pitched whistle.
"Oh, come now," moaned Blowhole. "MORE gas?!"
Unbeknownst to our villain, it would be the worst cheese he would have ever cut in his life. He drove to the bathroom, lifted his tail, and let it out.
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!
This fart made the entire world shake at first, and then with a reverberating BLAMMO, everything was wiped off the planet in a...well...gust of wind. People were blown off the planet as easily as leaves on a tree, and overall everything was epically demolished, all except for one intrepid reporter.
"This is Chuck Charles speaking, the world has literally come to an end...oh heck. Why in the world am I broadcasting this when there is no one to broadcast too?!" with that, he threw down the mike and left.
Blowhole rose from the rubble with a very cheesy grin on his face. The good news: the gas was gone. The bad news: THE WORLD WAS ALL HIS! Yes, all his, as Dr. Blowhole's adorable evil laugh rang through the empty atmosphere.
THE END?